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Friday, June 29, 2012

** This is part 2 of the story by @AntonioAngelo21 :D ENJOY! ( I should mention that any likeness to me in this story is PURELY COINCIDENTAL. I'm a sweetheart. Really. **

“Fuck you, and this shit begins now.”

“Im not sure I have all the rules
down yet.”

“Pet could you bring the ball gag?”

He took a long pull from a bottled
water Tiffany had mercifully brought for him, for he wasn’t sure
how long it would be before he could drink again, his next beverage
came sooner than he expected as he was drug to the kitchen, not
literally, but lead by the leash, A bottle of Jose Courvo sat on the
table next to a long leather strip with a red ball and a rather
intricate buckle system, his suit coat was stripped from him by
Tiffany who hung it on a hanger after showing Mistress the label and
confirming that it was in fact Armani and then she slowly unbuttoned
his dress shirt, pausing briefly at the bottom button before moving
on to his pants with a nod from the Mistress.

Pet had great hands, and she went out
of her way to rub them against his belly as she solved the belt
buckle and then having opened it she noticed the perfect fit of the
pants, they did not dip at all even while supporting the weight of
the belt. Her fingers dug down further than necessary but more than
welcome as the button came free with the push of a thumb and a slight
tug. Pet started at the bottom of the zipper and smiled as she felt
him through the pants, her finger ran up the zipper pushing against
his cock that pushed back a little more with each second of her
touch. She ran the length of the zipper slowly then clicked her
finger nail back down it. This time her fingers spread out,
surrounding his swelling girth and again her middle finger traveled
up the zipper. He twitched a little as his bulge felt the fingers
squeezing him as they worked back up the zipper. Pet gripped the
metal tab and rubbed it between her fingers, his pants no longer
buttoned were in danger of falling away, but they hung there slowly
losing their grip on his hips as the zipper released one link at a
time under the slow pull of Pet. She blew gently between the opening
of his boxers As his pants fell away to his ankles. Pet breathed in
his scent until the Mistress barked out orders to remove his shirt.
Pet’s hands ran up over the ridges of his abs under the open flaps
of his shirt and she spread them across his bare chest pulling the
shirt apart. She tugged until the shirt was down around his
forearms. Her lips gently nibbled his chest before a snap brought
Pet to attention.

The snap had come from a cat o nine
tails previously unseen by him, but it would be a while before it
lost his attention. Mistress circled running the leather tassle over
his flesh pet followed it with her tongue. Every once in a while she
would take a quick bite that would always be met with a swift swat on
her buttocks by the cat o nine tails.

“He is not drunk enough Pet. Quickly
prepare him for a drink.” Pets hands pulled away the shirt as she
circled behind. His bare back felt a moist sensation right in the
center of his spine. ‘Had she licked him?’ went through his mind.
Her hands traveled down his body and she gently guided him to step
free of his pants. Once they were clear Tiffany hung them neatly
with the coat and shirt sniffing his clothes before hanging them up.
He stood motionless unrestrained yet felt it improper for him to
move. The cat oh nine was tugging on the back of his boxers, and pet
approached him from the front. She peeled his boxers down just a bit
exposing the top of his ass to the air. Pet knelt down her face
against his boxers, against his manhood, and then there was another
snap, this one had come from behind but it had not stung.

Pet had her hand on his ass and had
absorbed the blow, she writhed in pain, and he looked down into her
eyes. Her fingers gripped him tightly and he swung his head as if to
tell her not to do that but the crack once again met her hand. And
she once again writhed. He instinctively reached down and pushed her
hand down; this moved his boxers further down and exposed most of his
ass cheek. A cheek that was now in serious danger. He heard the
clicking of boots upon the hard floor and saw the cruel mistress out
of the corner of his eye, she was in motion and the snap sent a
signal to his brain it hadn’t received in years. A sting rose up
and through his body emerging from his mouth as a yelp. Not a manly
yelp, no this was the yelp of someone surprised someone exposed to
unexpected pain, the game had just moved up a notch and he appeared
to be losing.

More orders were barked and he found
his hands bound behind his back, the tequila bottle and a rag were in
the hands of Tiffany. He was ordered to his knees and had a hard
time not falling with his arms as they were. A whistle was between
tiffanies lips and a moment later he would know why. The tequila
bottle had a rubber pour in it or it probably would have broken a
tooth, the bottle was heavy and being tilted back, golden fire rushed
down his throat and the rag covered his face as the bottle was pulled
away the whistle blew through his ears as his head was shook madly
back and forth. When he emerged he saw a lime between Pets lips and
he took it instinctively with his mouth. He sucked the lime as he
inhaled after the long pull of tequila. Salt was poured upon Pets
neck and breast and as soon as he licked, the process was begun
again. More fiery liquid, blaring whistles, his head whipped wildly
around by feminine fingers, a lime this time held in the crevice at
the top of Pets ass. His tongue dipped into the fleshy crevice as he
took the lime from its perch. This time the salt was on a nipple and
he drunkenly attacked it with abandon the whirling whistling washing
of whatever went down once again and the party had begun.

Pet took salt from his navel, and lime
from his mouth, then salt from his inner thigh, and sucked the lime
right through his cotton boxers. Two rounds was more than enough for
her and when she and he offered various parts up for the Mistress to
partake she politely declined, electing to sip from a martini that
never seemed to end.

Pet looked so beautiful he thought, her
black hair, sexy diminutive body curved as a woman should be. The
way she danced with every step like a woman child pretending to be a
fairy goddess. Yes, she is a goddess he thought as the ball gag went
into his slightly libated (is that the word?) mouth.

Somewhere along the journey he had lost
whatever it was that was restraining his hands and that was probably
a good thing. For balance was not something he had a grasp of at the
moment. The hot tall chick with the legs that went up to her eyeballs
was tugging his leash again and since everything had gone so well so
far he followed as best he could. There had been a hallway maybe a
door way. Looked like an adorable grandmother picture on the wall,
he remembered the grandma picture. But now things were dark and he
was sitting well laying well somehow he was propped up, it could be
the shackles sustaining his unusual position they were soft and fuzzy
and well they were holding him up against a wall which was ok.

Pet and Mistress, Or should he think
Mistress and pet probably Mistress and pet that would be proper.
Anyhow the two girls were kissing, not kissing like a couple of
sorority girls in a bar no these two were going to town. I’m
talking tongues and skin, nipples and lips, a full body kind of
kissing where clothes fell away and things got wet.

They kissed to the point where old
Armani thought maybe they had forgotten about him, but no sooner had
his erection began to ebb, than he saw Mistress eyeing him as she
suckled Pets neck. She began to whisper something to pet, something
that made pet move in a way that brought the erection back. Soon pet
had rolled over nearly naked now except for a thong and some
fishnets. Mistress walked behind as Pet crawled her way to the man
captive against the wall.

Armani had been with women before, many
women and few would complain about his girth or size or stamina, for
he was built as a man should be built and he fucked like a man should
fuck but this experience was a little different for him. Here he was
hanging against a wall, no control no woman to hold down and make
cum, this wasn’t a blow job in the back of a car. No he was this
woman’s prisoner and she had just taken his boxers, his cock now
hard and soft at least three times since this whole evening started
was more than primed. Pet’s lips would make any man cum under the
circumstances but when Mistress commanded that she make him cum for
her, standing behind stroking Pets clitoris, hand sopping wet, pet
pushing back against her gasping as she took the cock in her mouth
Armani had no chance. It was too perfect as Pet purred from her own
orgasm traveling from the fingertips of Mistress her belly contracted
three times in succession and Armani lost all sense of control. His
cock bubbled over with cum shooting into Pets mouth catching her by
surprise her being mid orgasm herself she gripped his shaft and
pumped, her teeth bit down on the shaft as her tonsils and tongue
contracted around his now erupting head and she had no choice but to
cough it up. The wet cock was loose and fluid was still alternating
between spurting and bubbling out the end and as Pet caught another
wave of her own orgasm on the Mistresses firm gyrating grip.

“Clean that up” shouted Mistress,
“cleans it now!” She sang while withdrawing her moistened hand
from the still convulsing Pet.

Pet licked and slurped searching flesh
and floor for every drop as the Mistress paced. “Why can no one
make me feel like that, I want to cum like that, can you not make me
cum like that?” She said in a rage that Armani didn’t think she
had feigned. As pet licked up Armani’s chest she whispered, she has
a real hard time cumming please make her cum. “You fucking cum
from a finger, and hot shot Armani there came as soon as your lips
touched that cock of his.”

The Ball Gag hadn’t really been an
impediment up to this point but how could Armani make love to a woman
when he was chained to a wall with a gag in his mouth.

“You must please me!!!!” Mistress
shouted, the cat oh nine reverberating off the part of Armani’s leg
that was going to have one nasty red mark on it tomorrow.

Mistress then took hold of his cock and
massaged it between her fingers.

“How long will it take to recharge
there, are you the energizer bunny, I am so sick of fucking
batteries, I’m going to be honest, I want a cock, your cock will do
fine. I don’t want to suck it, or hold it in my hand. I want to
fuck it, I want to ride it, I want it to reach inside and find that
magical button that makes me glad I fuck. And I want it to push that
button so far back inside of me it gets stuck in the on position. Is
that so fucking hard? God I wish I had a cunt like glitter tits
here, you fucking whisper in her ear and she cums.”

“I do sometimes” said pet before
being glared down.

Pet tried to curry favor by rubbing her
face on the Mistresses body which still remained mostly clothed.

“Stand up slave!”

Armani struggled to his feet using the
shackles to pull himself up but finding his arms in a pretty
uncomfortable position once he reached his feet.

“Release him!”

The shackles fell away and Armani stood
naked and still gagged. Pet was covering him with her body.

“She likes to watch.” Whispered Pet

Armani motioned toward the ball gag,
but the mistress shook her head no. He scooped Pet up in his arms
and began to wonder if this was a mistake as the ball gag made
breathing far more difficult during exertion than he thought it
would. But he carried her across the room as Mistress admired the
strength in his back and legs or at least that is what he was hoping.
The crack to his backside was not completely unexpected though it
still sent a panic through his nervous system and he was glad not to
drop Pet.

Pet bounced to the bed with a giggle
which also earned her a crack from the whip from the now seemingly
everywhere Mistress. Armani made another pantomime plea to remove
the gag but was denied. Perhaps she wanted him to grovel? He fell to
his knees before her and the whip landed on his shoulder, not
viciously but it stung. He looked up and made a motion like he
wanted to kiss her feet but made sure she could see what a handicap
the ball gag was for kissing. Mistress sat on the bed next to Pet
who instantly dropped to the floor.

“Show me what you would do, if I gave
you back the use of your mouth.” Said a somewhat annoyed Mistress.

At first this confused Armani but then
he got it. He crawled towards the Mistress and unzipped her right
boot checking for her approval and getting a nod. He put his face
close to the inseam and followed the zipper kissing as best he could
with the ball gag. Pet copied him exactly on her left foot at the
bottom of the boot he tugged it away as did Pet. His strong hands
massaged the soft foot as he took in the Mistresses pleasant scent.
Mistress must have approved because she had him and Pet switch feet
after a few minutes. He massaged up her calve and behind her knee
moved to her thigh and let his thumbs roll over her mound still
safely tucked away behind the pants. Mistress seemed ok with that and
so he worked his way up and didn’t feel the crack of the whip until
he took the top of her pants and began to pull. Reeling he backed up
and gently bumped his still gagged mouth against her leg as if he was
kissing his way back down to her feet.

Pet rubbed his shoulders as he massaged
Mistresses legs. Then he felt the ball gag go loose Pet was finally
freeing him. There must have been a signal but he missed it so
enthralled he was with the muscle structure of this beautiful leg.
Armani stretched his jaw and Pet brought the mistress a bottled water
from which she offered a few splashes of refreshment from her mouth
to Armani’s and then to Pets.

“Show me on this pathetic creature,
how you would make love to me, slave.”

Armani began to motion as if he and Pet
were going to get on the bed but Pet’s look told him that wasn’t
ok and the whip across his back confirmed it.

“Make love to her on the floor like
the animal you are.”

On the floor there was a faux bear skin
rug or maybe it was a yeti, something big and white and fluffy,
spending so much time around Mistresses feet had Armani longing for a
taste, and so that is where he began on Pet. The fishnet stockings
left plenty of room for a tongue to get through and the taste of
flesh brought moisture to his mouth. Small tastes from gentle pecks
grew into deeper tastes as his tongue worked past her knee to her
inner thigh, he caught a trail of her juices that must have run down
her leg during the blow job and it made his tongue dance. He inhaled
deeply as he followed the trail to its origin but a crack of the whip
kept his tongue from penetrating where it really wanted to go.

“You do not just please a slave; you
must apply a little discipline first.”

He looked up at the wielder of the whip
and Pet removed the fishnets and rolled over, her ass was now
wiggling back and forth, and Armani correctly assumed this meant he
was to apply a swat to it. The first one was rather mild and earned
him a crack of his own from the Mistresses whip. The second one had
quite a stinging ring to it and he briefly worried he may have swung
to hard, but the reaction from Pet told him otherwise. This time her
cute little ass rose and he could see the beginnings of a welt. Pet
seemed rather excited by the tingling and so he slowly moved his hand
between her legs stroking her gently before remembering the Mistress
was watching. He pulled his hand back and allowed a mighty blow to
echo across the tiny room, this time he had hit home, his own hand
ached with the impact and he reached in with much greater force this
time, pushing on her swollen clit and then entering her letting his
hand move freely to where her body guided and then without warning he
bit down hard on the welt his hand had left only moments ago, this
unexpected jolt sent Pet over the edge into ecstasy and she buried
her face into the rug as she pushed her self into the hand that was
fucking her and the teeth that were biting her. The cumming rolled
through her like waves crashing the shore they built and grew and
spread then rushed up into her body and as they pulled back left her
wet and refreshed exhausted yet cleansed, even after he stopped
biting and she went down flat on the rug she still rubbed against his
hand and gasped the familiar ah ah ah of a woman enjoying the gifts
the Gods granted her in abundance.

After she was through cumming he kissed
up the back of her leg, over her bottom, and up her back until he
found a spot behind her ear that had her giggling happily. The crack
of the whip across his back let him know he had more work to do. He
grabbed both of Pets hips and pulled her back up onto all fours, his
hand clapped off the side of her hip with a loud pop and his erect
cock found the wonderful wet hole that his fingers had found so
inviting, as he slid into her his cock found resistance but soon
everything was moving properly as he took hold of her pony tail and
yanked. Her moan was not from having the pony tail pulled as his hips
slammed into her ass and she squeezed the cock now so deep inside
her. He looked down upon her perfect ass and then the way her head
tilted back in unfettered joy as he fucked her with her pony tail
tightly wrapped around his fingers.

The mistress saw it too, her hand was
in her pants and she rubbed almost subconsciously watching Tiffanies
body roll with the passion of a deep satisfying fuck. The Mistress
struggled with her other hand to get off her own bra but it
eventually came free and Armani watched as her fingers squeezed an
erect nipple. She needed it so bad, she wanted it so bad and he knew
he could give it to her, he knew he could find the way to make her
feel it. He knew she would cum for him if only she gave herself to
him, but she wouldn’t do that, she was the mistress he would have
to give himself to her.

“Slave! Fuck me!”

Pet had cum tonight, she had cum
multiple times at the hands of two lovers, she wanted to cum one more
time on this cock and she was so close but her mistress needed this
more, cumming was rarer for the mistress and that made it something
special. She had to let this cock go and do for the mistress what
the mistress needed done. Tiffany leaned back all the way up until
she was on two knees and no hands evicting the cock from her oh so
wanting pussy. The cock was wet with her but it belonged to the
mistress and the mistress deserved it.

Armani fell back what was this crazy
girl doing raring up like a wild mare mid fuck. He reached back to
keep his balance but she kept coming back all the way back until he
was out of her, out of her and on his back swollen cock pointed
straight up. Pet was now standing above him telling him that the
mistress needed his cock while it was still good and hard. He looked
and saw the mistress, lying on the bed her pants had now come down
some, her hand and finger was moving rapidly back and forth across
her mound, this woman was going to cum tonight of that there was no
doubt and he was going to make that happen.

He made his way onto the bed his hand
found hers and he cupped her intentionally blocking her finger, she
writhed in desire and two of his fingers went to work, her body
quickly joined in rhythm with his hand she moved up and back with
each stroke her breathing became quick she gripped his strong wrist
as if to say just a little more. And that is when he decided it was
time, he took her wrist and pinned it above her head with the hand
that had just been inside her, then he climbed on top and his cock
lay across her belly its stiffness trapped between two bodies that
just couldn’t help but move. He kissed her deeply and then she
felt the cock sliding down through her slit and then, there it was,
going deep all of her wanted to squeeze this cock now pushing in, the
strokes were long and slow at first but now he thrust into her with
his whole body, and she responded in kind. She was no longer the
master and he was no longer the slave they were one in passions
desire. He leaned up taking his body weight off and holding her legs
he thrust as she put her hands above her pushing back into him.

She was so very close he wanted nothing
more than to kiss her one more time, her teeth biting her bottom lip
drew him back down their lips touched and her tongue entered his
mouth. He suckled as she moved suddenly she jerked back.

“Don’t you fucking cum” she
yelled

He was close he knew it, there was only
one way to stop. She slapped his face really hard.

“Don’t you fucking cum, you
bastard.” Again she slapped his face she was almost crying.

He slid his cock out of her and bit
down on her shoulder just to regain his control. She moved fiercely
as if she wanted to escape his grasp. He began kissing down her
body, over her nipple. Past her belly his thumb rubbed her clit
before moving down her slit and sliding into her. He tried to regain
her rhythm with his thumb while his lips found her clit, She tasted
incredible as his card cock pushed into the sheets her body moved
with his. Soon his tongue was washing over her in perfect time and
she began to climb, his thumb followed her up the invisible ladder of
the orgasm as she reached it his finger penetrated her ass not deep
just enough that she knew he was there and that he could feel her
heart beat as her ass contracted in unison with the orgasm a tiny
wall of flesh away, her fingers tangled his hair as she thrust up
into his face joyous sounds emanating from her lungs. Pet had come
over and made herself into a human pillow stroking her mistresses
hair as all the wonders of the universe played out in a biological
symphony.

When he was absolutely sure the
swirling seas of orgasm had passed from the mistress Armani began to
climb her body he was about to enter her when she put her hand on his
shoulder.

“I am the Mistress; I am not here for
your pleasure.” And she pushed him back so that he fell flat on
his back.

“What about her?” he said in a
rather pathetic plea.

“She is my pillow, if you are to cum
it is going to be purely for my pleasure. Pet would you like to watch
him cum?”

“I would mistress.”

“So would I” said the Mistress.

“You just want me to lie here and
cum? “

“Do you think you can do it?”

“I suppose so.”

“Well then your mistress commands
it.”

“You really want to see this?”

“I commanded it didn’t I”

“Ok’

And then he lay there smelling of two
women, having just had the greatest sex of his life, his cock in hand
he began to fall back into the same rhythm that had found the orgasm
in Pet, and then wandered into the rhythm that had finally brought
Mistress over into her first orgasm of the evening, he thought of
control and finally letting it go, maybe this is how he should heal,
maybe this is how he would finally get over, maybe oh God yes he was
coming now and two women were giggling and everything in the universe
seemed just about right.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

* I have loads of friends on the Twitter, and many of them are writers. @AntonioAngelo21 is one such friend and I challenged him (he challenged himself, really) to write a piece of BDSM Flash fic. It started out on twitter in tweet-form, but quickly got out of hand. Here it is, as it was given to me. If you enjoy it, go tell him.( Anyplace it says "the tall one" was where he had my twitter handle in the tweet version. I'm not very creative tonight :P) * ** So Antonio wasn't happy with the missing bits or the 'translation from Twitterese so he hit it again. But now it's Loooooooooooong. So I'm posting PART 1 today and I'll post Part 2 on Friday ***

He had been in control as long as he
could remember, it was just who he was the first born son of strict
parents, he was expected to care for and guide his siblings. Success
was never praised in his family just expected; he had led his high
school team to the state championship not as a pretty boy quarterback
but as a linebacker. His natural abilities weren’t up to the
standards of college athletics but he made the team on heart and guts
taking the starting position his sophomore year and never
relinquishing it until graduation. This same attitude had gone into
his MBA he came out of college as a financial planner, now at 39 he
had his own firm, a recent divorce and an overpriced therapist
telling him he needed to let go of his controlling nature a little.

What the fuck did she know, being weak
had never solved anything, giving up control wasn’t a strength it
was a weakness. Giving up control is what lesser people did, real men
handled their shit. What exactly could he let go of? Should he just
let his business fail, maybe he should stop working out and get fat.
250 dollars a session and her suggestion was “just let go, you
don’t have to control everything.”

How the fuck did she think he paid her
fee. He wasn’t some trust fund kid working out mommy issues. He
earned his money precisely by not letting go and letting things
happen. He knew what happened when people let go. They began to
fall and falling wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted happiness, he
had cars, he had money, he had homes, he went to her because he felt
he could be happier and not having time to go climb a mountain or do
whatever it was most people did to get happy he felt five 250 dollar
half hour sessions might just help him achieve that elusive thing
that made others grin like idiots, when their lives were no where
near as fruitful as his had been.

It wasn’t the money that nagged at
him, it was the fact that he had paid for advice that turned out to
be so against everything he believed. But he wasn’t one to simply
give up and walk away. He was in fact unhappy and if he was going to
beat this unhappiness logic told him he had to try something
different. So maybe there was something to giving up control and
that is why he found himself standing in front of Black Box.

The music emitting from inside sounded
like some kind of punk rock techno mix. Definitely not the easy going
Jimmy Buffet vibe he would normally seek out from some sea side
tourist trap in his normal yearly attempt at pretending to relax. No
this place was dark, the guy at the door had things all over his
face, metal, plastic god knows what, he looked like his face had been
hit by a shrapnel bomb metal studs everywhere, pale as death just to
complete the illusion. The therapist had actually recommended this
place as a way to leave his comfort zone, and well she was right
about that he was out of his element. Cover charge paid and he
stepped into a new world. One where black was apparently the color
of choice, his Silver Suit and white shirt looked positively pastel
when compared to the leather, and dark lace that seemed to be most
favored by the Black Box Patrons.

At the bar a tall leggy dark haired
girl with a streak of blue caught his attention. Her body was tone,
something he appreciated but the nose ring and stud in her lip seemed
a bit much. She was talking to an adorable little thing with an
exaggerated pony tail of deep black, contrasting beautifully against
her powder white skin, a dark plaid mini skirt, and white blouse,
kind of a school girl type vibe but the fishnet panty hose sexed it
up to the tenth degree.

The girls seemed to be checking out
some of the males in the establishment, despite putting on a
decidedly hot for each other vibe. The men were of the variety that
probably played base in a band and worked at subway during the week
to pay their rent. Either that or they were taking a break from the
Occupy the sidewalk movement. There were a few harder to peg,
definitely putting on the air of bad ass and probably could back it
up. But he wasn’t here for the men, so they faded into the back
ground quickly as he concentrated on the two ladies close to the bar.

The tall table against the wall at
least let him feel like he was out of the way. Most of the looks he
was receiving were somewhat disapproving but that wasn’t exactly
unexpected. He had kind of chosen his suit as a fuck you, he knew
somewhere named the Black Box would be occupied by occupiers and his
suit emphatically said “yes I do conform to capitalist ideals and
have no problem using more than my share of resources.” The beer
was a little flat, and the glass wasn’t exactly clean, at first he
wondered if that was intentional but other glasses nearby confirmed
that it was par for the course.

He stared across the bar from his
little table at the pixie cut with the blue streak. She didn’t seem
to smile a whole lot, and looked increasingly uncomfortable at his
long gaze. The little one with her was a bit more playful looking
over from time to time and smiling frequently. It wasn’t until he
returned the little ones smile that the taller one took notice. She
began a hard stare of her own, ice blue eyes caught his attention as
she refused to back down from his glance. His smile was not returned
and he tried a disarming shrug to no avail. This one was tough, was
she jealous of his glances at her girlfriend, maybe she really was a
dyke, well if she was, she was a beautiful one that is for sure. He
looked down into his beer now half gone. Reaching into his pocket he
pulled out a cigarette and lit it leaning back as if to say, I am
going to watch all night pretty lady I don’t care how nasty your
looks get.

Through the haze of incinerated
tobacco, he began to wonder if there really was a possible end game
to this stand off. The girls hadn’t exactly given him the cold
shoulder the short cute one most definitely had interest in men, and
had paid particular attention to him since he had begun his vigil.
The taller one was closer to his normal pursuits other than the blue
streak in her hair and the jewelry in her face. The fact that she
wouldn’t give up so much as a smile drew his interest. And the way
she had interrupted his flirtations with the smaller one by pulling
her pony tail and then engaging her in a deep kiss had certainly
gained his attention. Fuck giving up control, what he needed was a
lay and although he wasn’t sure how this would play out he was
fairly confident there was one in there somewhere.

The silver suit flashed as the handsome
stranger, stood up, who was this guy so proud of himself sitting and
staring for a half an hour. It hadn’t chased him off when she had
stared him down and he hadn’t even flinched when she began kissing
Tiffany. Maybe he was a player, the guy looked like a top and Lela
had little use for a top. She had just gotten away from Jerry and
that fucking asshole had abused the fuck out of her submission. No,
if this guy was a top he could keep walking Lela wanted control she
had Tiffany, sweet little Tiffany so adoring and submissive, but she
also needed dick, this guy seemed attracted to Tiffany surely he
would fuck her, but would he have anything left to fuck me and would
he do it right or would he just be so overwhelmed at being under the
thumb of a dominatrix that he would falter and go limp.

“Tiffany, I love that name.”
Again, awkward silence. But Tiffany did wrap a little hair around her
finger and smile at least.

“Nice Dog Collar, Tiffany.” He
tried one more time.

“She is with me Armani, are you in
the life?” The blue eyed girl stared sharing the first hint of a
smile.

“The Life?”

“You know tops, bottoms, dungeons,
whips, cuffs?”

He glanced over at the dog collar
around Tiffanies throat. “Are you serious?”

“Looks like we have a virgin, Pet,
are you looking for a new chew toy?” To this the pony tail bounced
up and down in an enthusiastic nod.

“I am not a virgin.” He was trying
to demonstrate confidence that was faltering just a touch.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of
everyone has to start somewhere, Armani.” Said the blue eyed beauty
most definitely showing a little interest now that she sensed
advantage.

Tiffany or Pet as Lela referred to her
Nodded again as Lela produced a collar from a black leather studded
over sized purse. At first he didn’t notice the collar as he was
admiring the tone in Lela’s legs. Her thighs had strength probably
a swimmer or maybe a lot of hours on an elliptical, the black pants
were skin tight and tucked into leather boots that ended just above
her knee.

“Do you consent” she whispered as
she leaned in close enough that he was able to breathe in a scent
somewhere between rose and leather unfamiliar to him as a perfume yet
enticing.

“Consent to what?” Sounding a
little harsher than he intended.

“To giving me complete control of
everything for the next few hours.” This time her smile was
pronounced, impish, inviting.

“Maybe?” He said, eyebrows raised.

“That is not good enough, Armani, the
answer is yes.” She said putting her knee into his thigh and
applying a little discomfort to him gritting her smile away.

“Yes.” He said, mulling over the
juicy possibility of far more than a knee pressing against him.

The yes had barely left his lip when he
found himself collared the blue eyes inches from his face, her
forearms against his chest delicate hands stroking his hair.

“Do you want a kiss?” She asked
her pleasant breath traveling over his lips, as her eyes scanned his
face.

Tiffanies hand travelled across his
belt line, her nose nuzzled in his collar He maintained eye contact
with Lela even as the pony tail tickled his nose.

“Give her attention slave, she has
earned it.” Tiffany moved her body against his she was warm and
soft her hand traveled lightly across his chest, and he did recognize
this scent it was Poison by Christian Dior. Lela pulled the chain on
his collar dipping his head down, his mouth watered at the first
taste of flesh gentle nibbles on the back of Tiffanies neck just
above her collar.

“Be gentle on her, She doesn’t
deserve to hurt yet, come with me pets, there will be time enough to
get to know each other later. Armani you should clear your tab. We
are going to my place.”

“My name is…” The slap completely
took him by surprise.

“Your name is Armani, if I am feeling
sweet or slave if you piss me off, but beyond that you have no name.”

The walk was unusual to say the least,
ahead of him pulling a leash was Lela, beside him also on a leash was
Tiffany bouncing along and smiling, snuggling she seemed as
comfortable as if they had been high school sweet hearts tucked under
his arm pulling away playfully then returning her wandering hands
joyfully exploring his torso. She really was a beautiful soul. Lela
on the other hand was a bit of a concern, just how far was she
willing to take this tough girl act? That thought was competing with
Tiffanies breasts that were also bouncing wildly as she half skipped
half walked keeping up with her long legged master and himself. The
sudden tightening of the chain around his neck brought him back into
focus.

“Do you have to pee slave?”

“Um no, not really?”

“Well this is where slaves and pets
pee.” He glanced around realizing he was in some sort of alley.

“You mean by this tree?” As he
said that he noticed Tiffany had pulled down her fishnets and hiked
her skirt. Smiling as always she seemed perfectly content squatting
and peeing right in front of him. The bush shielded her from anyone
walking past the alley but he was close enough that he had to step
aside to avoid a small stream of pee now running towards him.

“Maybe if you don’t have a
bathroom, we should go to my place?” He said suddenly wondering
what he had got himself into.

“I have a bathroom, it just isn’t
for slaves, if you want to pee, you should get on with it.”

It wasn’t the first time he had ever
pee’d outside but it was the first time he had ever done it on a
leash. Zip… ahhhhh. Lela tugged his leash as he was shaking out
the last few drops, Tiffany was giggling which caused him to look
over and then he caught an evil glance from Lela. He was about to
zip up when she pulled the leash very hard. Pet could you give the
slave a hand with that.

Tiffany wrapped around from behind him,
she searched for the zipper a little more searching than was probably
necessary. But her hands were welcome. The zip came without
excruciating pain which was a legitimate concern the way things were
moving around in his pants. No sooner was he zipped than his leash
was once again pulled taught and the little band was moving again.

Lela’s home was nicer than he had
expected, more pier one than the Munsters, he made the mistake of
sitting on the plush and springy tan couch and his ass probably
hadn’t even found the bottom of the plushiness yet when the leash
once again pulled tight and he found himself spread eagle upon the
floor.

“Not on the couch slave, I had hoped
you were at least house trained.”

The view was now beige carpet,
pleasantly clean, a leather boot not quite as clean the leash was
tight, under the soul notched by the heal. Her calf flexed and the
leather hugged, the other boot rocked back and forth as did the leg
leading to an ass wrapped in black, was it spandex no some kind of
cotton, stretching over the ridges of an amazing body, there was the
roundness of a beautiful ass, his eyes followed inside the thighs,
there was another ridge, her pussy, it was there he couldn’t see
it, not all of it but there was an outline and it moved as she
swayed. There was sex in those pants, soft, sweet, womanly sex he
could feel it even here the boot holding down his throat he longed to
move up, but that wasn’t going to happen, not right now at least.
He didn’t really understand the game yet, but he was learning. Be
good and good things happened.

Tiffany had been in the kitchen
apparently making drinks. The boot came off the chain. As Lela took
a drink a little vodka splashed on the back of Armani’s head. As
he got up on his hands and knees he felt a long slender finger
running where the vodka had just splashed. He heard the smacking of
lips, and looked up to see the same finger that had recently run
along his head emerging from candy apple red lips, the smile lingered
upon the lips until she caught his gaze and then he felt like his
lung was about to collapse as that well fitting boot from earlier
found a spot just at the base of his lowest rib.

The air rushed from his lips and
spittle splattered across the carpet. He rolled to his side and
laughed through the grimace. A boot came across his throat as he
allowed himself to be rolled on to his back.

“evil willy” rolled off her lips.

“what?”

“Evil Willy, can you remember that?”

“Evil Willy, why would I need to
remember that?”

“It’s the safe word, I should have
told you earlier but we hadn’t done anything dangerous.”

“Safe word? What is a safe word?”

“If shit gets to rough for you, you
scream Evil Willy”

“Sounds fair enough.”

“but if you yell it, you should know,
the nights over, I don’t care how hard your dick is or how blue
your balls, you mutter that and it’s game over, I kick your ass
out, rub one out and go to bed. So if your pussy ass wants to cum,
you better not mumble that damn word. Now what’s the safe word?”

‘Evil Willy.”

“Good you aren’t as dumb as you
look. Now I don’t want to hear that again ok.”

“Yes Ma’am”

“Its mistress, you address me as
Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress, and what should I call
her.”

“What the fuck do I care what you
call her, she’s a fucking pet.”

“So Pet then.”

“No asshole she is my pet, not yours.
Call her Tiffany.”

“Ok Tiffany, that’s a nice name.”

“Yea she is real sweet, if you hurt
her I will bust your fucking nuts and not in the good way.”

“Yes ma’am, Mistress, sorry
Mistress.”

“Are there any rules you would like
us to consider?”

“Rules like what?”

“Stuff like no scat, or stuff like
you don’t want to be fucked in the ass”

“Scat, fucked in the ass? What is
scat?”

“Never mind we are going to keep it
pretty basic I think.”

“So um yea please don’t fuck me in
the ass, in fact could you just leave that alone altogether?”

Monday, June 11, 2012

Pond-hopping Brit who’s finally
settled on the English side of the pond. I’m a former Town Planner
who now works in publishing. I live with my husband, son and two cats
in a picturesque Wiltshire village. I’m partial to gin and tonic,
good chocolate and like cooking.

So.... How does a proper English lady
end up wading in the smutty end of the literary pool? And in M/M no
less?

Well, for starters, I’m most
definitely not proper! How I found myself writing M/M was a complete
accident. I bumbled into it. I belong to a great writers’ forum,
Absolute Write. A fellow M/M author posted a challenge where you had
to write a piece from a completely different POV than you were used
to. I always wrote third person close, from a woman’s POV. So, it
seemed sensible to write a scene in first person, from a man’s POV.
I wrote a scene about two men who’d known each other since college
and one had been secretly in love with the other for years. He
confesses and, well, they start doing rude things. I was surprised
how much I enjoyed writing it and was even more surprised that people
actually liked it. After that, the characters wouldn’t leave me
alone, they kept nagging at me. Their story just took off and became
my first published novel, ‘Stolen Summer’. I really thought
‘Stolen Summer’ would be a one-off. I genuinely believed I didn’t
have another M/M story in me. Four stories later…..

I've heard that the next Black Dagger
Brotherhood book will feature a M/M love story... where do you see
that taking your genre?

Confession time – I’ve never read
any of the Black Dagger Brotherhood books. Having looked at the
summaries for the existing books, it seems like a logical
progression. Anything that pushes M/M novels closer to the mainstream
and closer to being stacked on shelves in bricks and mortar shops is
a Very Good Thing. It’s my main gripe about the genre, that its
popularity doesn’t necessarily guarantee it space in a shop.

Writer's read. What are some books that
have inspired you?

So many books, so little time. I love,
love, love those big, thick historical novels that were all the rage
back in the seventies and eighties. ‘We Speak no Treason’ by
Rosemary Jawley Harman influenced me in so many ways. It is a novel
about Richard III, told from by a maiden he seduced, a jester, an
archer and a nun. It’s lush, emotionally wrenching and the
descriptions are just glorious. Patricia Wright’s story, ‘A Space
of the Heart’ is another historical novel, set in Russia in the
19th century. Wright’s prose is sparser and, although
it’s a love story, it’s not overly romantic. But, again, her
descriptions of the landscape are just amazing. Finally, I have to
mention Ernest Hemingway – how to write simple, strong dialogue –
Hemingway is the master.

I will admit that I don't read widely
in the M/M genre. Can you give us a a top 3 books ( other than your
own brilliant works) that are must reads?

‘Promises’ by Marie Sexton. It was
the first book I read of hers and I just love it. The sexual tension
is just incredible and her style is so effortless.

‘Stray’ by Ash Penn. It’s a very
‘British’ book. Her writing is meticulous, not a word out of
place and the narrator, Terry, is a bit of a bastard but so
beautifully portrayed that you can’t help but love him.

‘Final Admission’ by Sue Brown.
It’s an emotional roller coaster about a very emotive subject. What
I love, apart from the snarky humour and the warmth, is the fact that
Sue tackles the issues in a way that isn’t black and white. She
looks at both sides and it really works.

I have read both Mourning Jack and
Biscuits and Bunting and the common thread seems to be wanting
something that might not be what you need and the pain associated
with letting that want go. (I hate to ask the "Am I right?"
question... so I'll just give you space to talk about your stories
here)

Yep, that sounds about right. I really
did struggle a bit with Mourning Jack. The original ending was going
to be much different but, when I started writing in that direction
the story just lost its spark so I stirred things up a bit because,
in real life, the path to the right, true end isn’t always a
straight one, sometimes you meet a fork and have to make up your mind
which way to go.

Biscuits and Bunting was, again,
looking at what happens in real life. People can be jerks but even
jerks need love.

In fact, thinking about it, a fair few
of my characters do thoughtless jerky things. I’d like to think
that it’s because I like to make them as ‘real’ and flawed as I
think I can get away with. I realise that not every reader is going
to like that approach but I can’t write any other way.

What is the best thing and the worst
thing about being published?

The best thing is when that box of
print copies arrives. The poor woman who delivered my copies of
Stolen Summer clearly thought I was stark, raving bonkers. I hugged
the box and grinned like an eejit.

The worst is the promoting. It would
be so easy to just run amok all over the internet screaming ‘BUY MYBOOK NOW’ but I just can’t do it. I try my hardest to not shove
my new releases in peoples’ faces but then I sit in a corner and
sulk if no one notices!

What is next?

I have a series – The Endersley
Papers - in the works. They’re all centred around a fictional house
on the Wiltshire Downs. The first book, ‘Lord of Endersley’ is
released by Total E-Bound at the end of August. I am slowly clawing
my way toward the end of book two, ‘Darkness at Endersley’ and
trying to ignore the siren call of the third book. There’ll be
five books altogether. I’ve been scribbling down ideas for future
books, at least two of which will be contemporary M/M.